Tag: Paleo

It is always good to have a few tricks up your sleeve, and these are two that have come in handy lately that I thought I would share.

Every winter, my dad would take to swallowing whole cloves of raw garlic to keep himself from falling ill. The result, aside from undeniable heartiness, was a lingering, unmistakable smell. I knew it from the subways of Beijing – the scent of garlic effusing from the body from every pore.

Later, in Harbin, Ali and I used to go to a meat restaurant where they would ask us if we wanted garlic with our meal, and in response to our enthusiastic nods they would toss a couple of heads of garlic on the table, to be peeled and nibbled raw with our food. That’s how we discovered that garlicky smelling people are not a problem if you are garlicky smelling yourself.

Still, although raw garlic is great for fending off the winter bugs, it’s not always what you want on the table. Time was, our go-to solution to this problem was garlic yogurt. Garlic yogurt is a regular feature at meals in Turkey, particularly with certain dishes such as manti (little dumplings) or vine leaves stuffed with meat. Ali used to eat it all the time when he was on his own in the garden – in those days, garlic yogurt on pasta was a meal as far as he was concerned. It is a wonderful addition to a meal — I love it with curries, in particular. It is the simplest thing to make — just add a crushed clove to a small bowl of plain yogurt and maybe throw in a pinch of salt too. Mix it up and you’ve got sauce.

Then we gave up dairy when we adopted a paleo diet. To be honest, it would have been a whole lot harder for me to swallow a dairy-free diet if I had found a reliable source of raw milk or had a cow of my own. Since I had neither, it was pretty easy to walk away from dairy products (I still get butter from local farms to make ghee, though). Garlic yogurt loomed, though. How were we going to replace that?? I found the answer the day I began making mayonnaise.

I has tried to make mayonnaise in the past and ended up with a runny mess, so I can’t really understand why it works for me now. (It probably helps that I don’t refrigerate my eggs these days because I am pretty sure I didn’t used to wait to bring them up to room temperature, which helps.) I do it two ways: with egg yolks only and with the whole egg. Both of them work great, though I usually go the whole egg route because I dislike having orphaned egg whites in the kitchen. I use a hand blender, and my secret weapon is…. a cola bottle with a hole in the cap (pictured in a previous post) that allows a thin drizzle of oil through. This makes it super easy to monitor how much oil is being added, a big help when you are doing this job on your own.

The other day, I made mayonnaise and it broke right at the end (translation – went from mayonnaise to a runny, oily mass) and I ran to the internet to learn how to fix it. The solution was easy — put an egg yolk in a bowl and whisk in the runny mayonnaise a little at a time. That fixed the problem and also left me thinking that if my hand blender went kaput, I could easily use a whisk to make mayo – there was mayonnaise before blenders, after all! At the end, I add a clove or two of crushed garlic and I’ve got garlic mayonnaise, the new hero of the table, keeping us smelly and healthy all winter long!

What I love about mayonnaise is that I get to use our eggs, and I know all about those eggs. I’ve got no nagging doubts about them at all, and it makes me feel mighty grateful to our hens.

Back to Harbin, I was out food shopping one day when I came across a packet labeled “Forest Chicken.” There was a frozen chicken inside, and on the pack there was a photo of little chickens roaming the forest. Ali and I laughed at the idea of feral forest chickens, and I got the chicken and cooked it in my tiny toaster oven.

It was tough as rubber bands.

That was the first inkling that I had of the difference between a bird that has a caged lifestyle and one that has been more athletic. I have noticed that the young birds that we eat from our flock are not so tough at all, but once in a while we have an older bird that has to go. A couple of weeks ago we had three such birds. After we’d cleaned them, I set aside the breasts to be brined and made into chicken nuggets for the boys. Then I took the drumsticks and the thighs and made confit with them. (The rest of the bird I used to make stock. I don’t know what it is about the wings of our birds, particularly the older ones, but I dislike eating them.)

Basically, confit is cooking meat in fat. Duck confit is made in duck fat — what a decadent thought! I did mine in olive oil. (The recipe I followed is here.) I love recipes that require upending a bottle of olive oil — it makes my heart pound. And you needn’t worry about that oil going to waste because you can use it for cooking afterwards, or to make more confit.

Because of course, once you make it and see how the meat, even of a tough old bird, is just falling off the bone, it is likely that you will want to make it again. I know I do! I put ours under the broiler before serving to crisp it up and the result was a really tasty dinner that everyone devoured. I am going to experiment a little with cooking times (I have read recipes where if you bring the oil up to the point where it is just bubbling and then put it in the oven, you don’t have to bake it for so long). And of course, any bird would benefit from this treatment, not just old ones.

I have taken an unplanned hiatus from writing here for approximately 30 days, and I know it has been that long because I just finished my Whole 30 — 30 days of rock-solid commitment to eating nothing but whole, real foods that are nutritious and health giving. My mom and Ali were doing it too, and for the past 30 days we have eaten meat, fish, poultry, eggs, healthy fats, nuts, fruits and vegetables – and that’s it. It might not sound like much, but we have had some of the best meals of our lives this past month, and on top of that we’ve come out of it feeling amazing. I say we’ve finished, but we are all keeping our diets more or less unchanged for the time being. Giving up dairy, grains, legumes and sugar might sound like a huge sacrifice, but to me it felt strangely correct.

I don’t like to talk about it much but I have struggled with sugar for, oh, forever. And it was always a huge problem for me, logistically, in struggles with weight, and also ideologically. I could not understand why I let something that I knew wasn’t helping me take control of my life. I have given it up for months at a time, and I could rattle off a list of plans and diets that I used to do so, but always went straight back, and I think that for me it was that the changes I made weren’t drastic enough. It was just low-GI carbs, but everything else the same, or it was just calorie counting with essentially no dietary adjustment, etc. Doing the Whole30 was this massive change in the way I eat, and there was absolutely no wiggle room for negotiation (or lying to myself) and once the first, murderously angry week was over, I felt… free. I stopped constantly snacking – overnight – and I realize now that the reason that I ate basically every two hours was that the things I was eating were not sustaining me. I wasn’t some trigger happy eating machine, I just hadn’t found the right fuel. That was the first change, but there were a few others…

The first thing I noticed was that I was sleeping amazingly well. Now, I have always prided myself in my ability to sleep. I can sleep anywhere, and there is very little that can keep me awake at night (jet lag and babies, I guess). So it was a surprise for me to discover that my sleep had been sort of so-so, but now it was amaaazing. The sleep felt so comfy and delicious, and I woke up feeling nourished by it. Huh. So my sleep was sub-par before. Interesting.

Then I noticed that I didn’t feel stiff in the morning anymore. I used to wake up feeling like I had been stuffed in a box, and I needed to loosen up as the morning went on. I found myself waking up without my usual aches and pains and actually feeling limber. I used to think I just wasn’t one of those people naturally blessed with flexibility, but I guess the way I was eating had something to do with it. Another coin drops.

And then, my energy levels sky-rocketed. I started to feel an amazing mental clarity and boundless energy. I have always had a deep-seated need to do hard physical work to relax (or strenuous anything, really) but I struggled with having the energy and motivation to actually do it. Now, when I get to the garden I am ready to haul manure, dig deep holes, and carry buckets of water. And it feels so good.

Now, three weeks in Kaya and I got colds, so we aren’t superheros or anything. And I am still crabby when under pressure and forgetful … all the time. So in other words, I am still the same person, just better rested and more energetic. And 10 pounds lighter.

Anyway, this was all to say that I have thought of another 30 day challenge for myself. I love all of the blogs I read, but the ones that I admire the most are the ones that have posts every day. Wow, what a commitment. And I love it that there is always something to report for those brave and persistent bloggers. So now that one 30 is down, I am going to start a new one — a Blog30 – 30 days of posting every day. So for better or worse, you’ll be hearing from me a little more often. Watch this space! (And click the graphic above for more info on the Whole30, if you’re curious.)

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